screws loose

can’t describe the thing you do to me
how can i transcribe bee sting?
the rings the buzzes of birds bees
trees talk to me
it’s a shock to me
chip off the block
you see i been lovin you
from light-years
been knowing you
for night-years
screws tighten on us / sight tears
pressure-boil as fascists oil
submachineguns
tragic-to think leisure will foil plots
magic - masses moving mountains

wonder boy

now i know 
men ain’t supposed to cry
big girls neither
but when you get to be with the one
who swept you off your feet eight months prior
and now u gotta pack up and go home after eight days
well i think that’s cause for some tears
happy and sad ones
green tears
hot tears
after denying myself your love
n you standing there a lil bit impatient w me
cuz u gotta get cross-town and
what’s the next six weeks compared to that?
nothin at all doll
nuthin at all